"You have something on your mind."
The quiet whispers around him made him stop suddenly with the usual gentleness, and then turned to look at her. The dim orange night light shone drowsily, and his body was hidden in the shadows. The beautiful eyes were calm. "Do you like me?"
"ah"
"Do you like me when I was a child or now?"
Is there any difference?
"What’s wrong with you?" Lingxiquan tried to see his expression a few steps ago, but suddenly the boy took her hand and put it on his chest.
Through the thin shirt, the warm and powerful touch comes from the palm of your hand
She shrank as if she had been scalded, holding her wrist, but she looked up firmly. His eyes looked seriously with a hint of inquiry, "What am I in front of you, but I feel that you are not looking at me?"
ah
He won’t be jealous of himself when he was a child, will he?
Ling Xiquan suppressed this absurd feeling, which was funny and angry. "You also said that I miss you so much."
Her eyes shone brightly in the dark night, implying Jiaochen dissatisfaction. Ye Qingting looked at her eyes carefully as if she were looking for something. Later, she finally released her hand and lip angle, which slightly evoked Nai’s smile. "I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened to myself."
There was a pause for a few seconds. "Go home. It’s late."
She looked at him without moving.
She has always been overly sensitive, especially when facing Ye Qingting.
The bottom of my heart was so nervous that she called him "Ye Qingting"
"hmm"
"I don’t think you are the same as when you were a child." She quietly looked at the boy who was immersed in the dark night and mumbled his outline. "You know, when you were a child, you were very approachable, but your temperament there seemed to deviate from the world. I always looked at you from behind but dared not talk to you."
The atmosphere at night is very quiet, and the light of the night light sets off the distance between the two people.
I don’t know what to say, but I suddenly want to hug him.
So I really approached him and slowly reached out and tentatively encircled his waist.
Perhaps it was such a move that surprised him. He didn’t react until his waist came to hold the girl’s face gently rubbing against his chest. He gently reached out and hugged her, slightly bowed his head and his beautiful voice was hoarse with a hint of provocative heartstrings. "I know."
I feel that boys embrace strength, and the nose and mouth are familiar, light, moist and water-like, so obsessed that she hugs. "I haven’t seen you for a long time. In recent years, I can’t help but think of a question that is so cold. What kind of girl can you enter your eyes?"
The night is as cool as water, and there are two people embracing each other in a hazy silence. At night, the moment of great sadness, joy and anxiety really feels practical.
"Then I think she must be so excellent that no one can compare with her that she will make you look askance." Those memories that are dejected and quietly crying under the bed every day and every night suddenly pour into her heart, causing her nose to be sore and her eyes to be wet. "Because you were a proud person at that time, I always knew that you would treat everyone the same from the bottom of your heart."
A sigh seemed to ring in my ears.
She said, "Maybe I haven’t seen you for a long time, but how can I change it to make a person’s temperament change dramatically?" Her voice trembled inadvertently. "I think this is you, but it’s different from my memory. I doubt myself."
Her tone is very light, as if to keep her peace of mind.
But my chest suddenly felt wet.
Ye Qingting slowly frowned and lifted her head out of her arms, but Lingxiquan was not willing to let him see that he was worthless at the moment. He refused to give up and said, "You can’t let me hold you like this.":
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Try to lift her head and hand, and finally make a long sigh in her ears. "No, you can hold it as long as you want."
His hand gently touched her hair, and the blue hair fell smoothly from the fingertips. He hugged her and whispered like a memory and a promise. "I didn’t treat anyone the same. You have always been different."
She didn’t speak
"What can I say to make you believe me?" He sighed like a lingering voice. "Do I have a deceptive face?"
She quietly raised her hand and wiped her cheeks with tears. She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. She said, "You have rejected me so many times. I said you can’t do it several times."
This is a bit childish. The boy naively coaxed, "Yes, you can say whatever you want."